For all that it’s low, Ken’s growling is strangely reassuring. Chikusa focuses on it, even as it’s impossible for him to ignore the stomping of feet coming up the stairs. Immediately, Sasagawa is smashing open the door again- and sporting a few new bruises and a split lip, rather proudly at that. “I got him here!” he announces cheerfully, like he hasn’t taken a few fists to the face. Wary, Chikusa watches as another teenager the same age as Sasagawa steps in: moss green hair that falls neatly around his face but is otherwise kept short, a pair of glasses not too unlike Chikusa’s own, and a neat black uniform in a similar military style to Kokuyo’s. He’s sporting what appears to be a black eye and a bruised jaw.
“You didn’t explain anything, you brash idiot!” he snaps at Sasagawa before turning his head to actually focus on the pair of dirty, blood teenagers on the bed. There’s a blink, but it doesn’t seem like it’s so much at their state as it is simply them being there at all.
Ignoring his friend’s confusion, Ryohei comes over and beams at Ken. “His eyes are extremely like x-rays, so we don’t have to go to the hospital!”
The growling stops, though that's less Ken's hostility level lowering and more uncertainty and confusion taking greater prominence. He glances between Ryohei and the newcomer briefly, before his eyes settle for the moment on Ryohei.
"Can he fix Kakipii up?" Even Ken can cotton onto the fact that seeing where someone is broken and being able to put them back together are not necessarily synonymous skillsets.
“Extremely not!” Ryohei answers with ill-placed pride, and Chikusa sighs, eyes going up to the ceiling in the manner of a person stuck in a room full of jackasses and unable to leave because he has broken legs preventing exactly that. “But I will! Extreme team effort!”
….It’s actually not a bad idea, especially coming from someone like Ryohei.
Even Ken growls briefly a what he, too, initially perceives as Ryohei being a dumbass. But once the Sun guardian clarifies, he frowns a little, giving Chikusa a questioning look as though asking him to assess the wisdom of the plan. Is this okay?, his eyes ask.
Chikusa would still much rather be elsewhere, and it’s probably obvious in the way his eyes flick away from Ken’s gaze or that of anyone else’s in the room. It puts him on edge in some way, one that he doesn’t like to think about, but after a second, he finally gives a nod. Ken won’t let him go until this is fixed, and if they’re already here anyway…
There’s a triumphant whoop from Ryohei, and he immediately barges over to invade what little space was available on and around the bed to start with. His- companion? Acquaintance? Chikusa isn’t sure yet- is a little slower, but probably because Ken was growling not ten seconds before.
Ken grudgingly shifts himself off of Chikusa's body, but stays right next to him on the bed, crouched and watching Ryohei and the other boy with a sort of tense wariness. He still doesn't trust them, clearly - or at least isn't trusting them by choice - but it's not like the Kokuyo gang has ever trusted anyone outside themselves.
His hand finds Chikusa's, without thinking.
"Who're you, anyway?" he aks after a few moments, eyes locked on the X-ray guy. At least Ryohei he sort of knows.
Just as unthinkingly, Chikusa’s fingers wrap around his.
In the meantime, the boy with green hair proudly juts his thumb at himself. “I am Aoba Koyo, of the proud Family of-”
“Isn’t his name the dumbest!?”
“Sasagawa, why you-!”
“My legs….” Chikusa gives the reminder with a dull tone as the two look like they’re two seconds away from a brawl right there in the room, his dead eyed stare saying how much he regrets a whole lot of things right now. After an exchange of shoulder punches that look like they hurt, Aoba finally crouches down besides the bed. There’s a moment’s hesitance before he reaches up and removes the glasses on his face. Something in his pupils becomes sharper, more intense, and his brow furrows as he looks over Chikusa’s legs.
“The bones are definitely broken, a huge weak spot… Some aren’t pointed the right way, I think. But…. There’s all this blue…”
"Blue?" Ken repeats, frowning as he settles himself on the bed beside Chikusa, chin resting on Chikusa's chest as he watches Aoba. It appears he's relaxed enough not to be instantly battle-ready, though he's not so trusting that he's not paying close attention to everything Aoba and Ryohei do to his partner.
He glances at Ryohei. "How're you guys gonna make Kakipii's bones point the right way again?" That's a pressing concern. He knows enough about broken bones to know that if they heal together wrong, it'll be a big problem.
Aoba seems to struggle for a moment, gesturing fruitlessly. “Everyone has their Flames running through their body, so that’s natural, but it’s not… supposed to be like this.”
“You’re not really making any sense,” Chikusa mutters.
“You’re extremely not making any sense!” Ryohei announces with not a trace of shame. “How are we going to fix it?”
Apparently, Aoba wasn’t expecting this much responsibility, and there’s a none-too-hidden look of alarm on his face as he shoves his glasses back on. “You can’t just go shoving responsibility onto people, Sasagawa you twit!”
“I am not a twit!”
“My legs,” Chikusa announces again, looking more dead inside than usual. That gets the two to focus again. Ryohei keeps staring pointedly at Aoba, who seems to be struggling with a plan as he gently prods one of Chikusa’s knees.
“Since it doesn’t look like any of the bones…. Are missing…. We could probably just push the broken bits together and then a Sun flame could heal it together?”
"How do we do that, byon?" Ken is watching the other three intently, gaze always settling back on Chikusa. "Will it make sure he heals back to how he was before? So he can walk and everything?"
“I’d have to take my glasses off again…” A fact which Aoba seems reluctant about, but still offers. “Then you just… push them through the skin until they fit?” Much like Ken, he glances to Ryohei, who stares back blankly, before they both look to Chikusa.
All he does is adjust his glasses before forcing out a well put-upon sigh. He knew this was a bad idea. Still, he does offer some words. “That’s probably sound…. But you’d have to be sure in where the bones would be placed, and that the kneecap is in the right place…”
"What do I do, Kakipi?" Ken nuzzles his nose against Chikusa's neck, still casting wary glances between the other two. "Can I help?
He's not sure he can be useful to any part of the medical procedure, but who knows - a spare set of hands might be needed. If there's anything Ken can do to help Chikusa get better, he'll do it.
Quietly casting a glance at the three stooges that he is apparently surrounded with, Chikusa thinks. It has clearly become obvious to him that he is, unfortunately and to his deep regret, the smartest person in the room... but also the person who can't actually fix his own legs. That is a responsibility that is split evenly between everyone else... including Ken.
Alright. He takes a breath and slowly points. First, at the other guy in the glasses. "Look for how the fragments comes together." The finger turns to Chikusa's own partner. "Ken... You need to press them together and follow his directions... and then keep them steady..." Finally, Ryohei. "...While you heal it."
Ken nods, sitting up. There's no worry, no squeamishness; Ken's got a stronger stomach than perhaps any other person living, and he knows Chikusa's borderline nonexistent awareness of pain better than anyone. He's not worried he'll hurt Chikusa, and if he has guidance then he doesn't think he can screw this up.
He looks at the guy in the glasses, almost defiantly. "So? Show me what to do already, byon!"
With how many injuries take place in boxing, and how much both boys have no doubt flung themselves into horrendous situations that have left a lot of blood splattered, they both seem pretty startled at Chikusa's nonchalance and Ken's immediate demands. To the surprise of no one, Ryohei bounces back first with his fists clenched. "YEAH! Such extreme teamwork can't be beat!"
"Don't agree without me saying anything! I can't keep doing this forever!"
Still, despite his complaints, Aoba tips his glasses up once again after a moment, mouth grimacing in pain occasionally from the strain. As patiently as he can be, he starts to point out the areas that need to be pressed together. Thus begins the long process of cooperation between three noisy jackasses.
Chikusa is quiet the entire time, of course. All he does is stare, watching as the three try to work together.
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“You didn’t explain anything, you brash idiot!” he snaps at Sasagawa before turning his head to actually focus on the pair of dirty, blood teenagers on the bed. There’s a blink, but it doesn’t seem like it’s so much at their state as it is simply them being there at all.
Ignoring his friend’s confusion, Ryohei comes over and beams at Ken. “His eyes are extremely like x-rays, so we don’t have to go to the hospital!”
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"Can he fix Kakipii up?" Even Ken can cotton onto the fact that seeing where someone is broken and being able to put them back together are not necessarily synonymous skillsets.
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….It’s actually not a bad idea, especially coming from someone like Ryohei.
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There’s a triumphant whoop from Ryohei, and he immediately barges over to invade what little space was available on and around the bed to start with. His- companion? Acquaintance? Chikusa isn’t sure yet- is a little slower, but probably because Ken was growling not ten seconds before.
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His hand finds Chikusa's, without thinking.
"Who're you, anyway?" he aks after a few moments, eyes locked on the X-ray guy. At least Ryohei he sort of knows.
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In the meantime, the boy with green hair proudly juts his thumb at himself. “I am Aoba Koyo, of the proud Family of-”
“Isn’t his name the dumbest!?”
“Sasagawa, why you-!”
“My legs….” Chikusa gives the reminder with a dull tone as the two look like they’re two seconds away from a brawl right there in the room, his dead eyed stare saying how much he regrets a whole lot of things right now. After an exchange of shoulder punches that look like they hurt, Aoba finally crouches down besides the bed. There’s a moment’s hesitance before he reaches up and removes the glasses on his face. Something in his pupils becomes sharper, more intense, and his brow furrows as he looks over Chikusa’s legs.
“The bones are definitely broken, a huge weak spot… Some aren’t pointed the right way, I think. But…. There’s all this blue…”
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He glances at Ryohei. "How're you guys gonna make Kakipii's bones point the right way again?" That's a pressing concern. He knows enough about broken bones to know that if they heal together wrong, it'll be a big problem.
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“You’re not really making any sense,” Chikusa mutters.
“You’re extremely not making any sense!” Ryohei announces with not a trace of shame. “How are we going to fix it?”
Apparently, Aoba wasn’t expecting this much responsibility, and there’s a none-too-hidden look of alarm on his face as he shoves his glasses back on. “You can’t just go shoving responsibility onto people, Sasagawa you twit!”
“I am not a twit!”
“My legs,” Chikusa announces again, looking more dead inside than usual. That gets the two to focus again. Ryohei keeps staring pointedly at Aoba, who seems to be struggling with a plan as he gently prods one of Chikusa’s knees.
“Since it doesn’t look like any of the bones…. Are missing…. We could probably just push the broken bits together and then a Sun flame could heal it together?”
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All he does is adjust his glasses before forcing out a well put-upon sigh. He knew this was a bad idea. Still, he does offer some words. “That’s probably sound…. But you’d have to be sure in where the bones would be placed, and that the kneecap is in the right place…”
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He's not sure he can be useful to any part of the medical procedure, but who knows - a spare set of hands might be needed. If there's anything Ken can do to help Chikusa get better, he'll do it.
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Alright. He takes a breath and slowly points. First, at the other guy in the glasses. "Look for how the fragments comes together." The finger turns to Chikusa's own partner. "Ken... You need to press them together and follow his directions... and then keep them steady..." Finally, Ryohei. "...While you heal it."
Hopefully, that should be enough.
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He looks at the guy in the glasses, almost defiantly. "So? Show me what to do already, byon!"
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"Don't agree without me saying anything! I can't keep doing this forever!"
Still, despite his complaints, Aoba tips his glasses up once again after a moment, mouth grimacing in pain occasionally from the strain. As patiently as he can be, he starts to point out the areas that need to be pressed together. Thus begins the long process of cooperation between three noisy jackasses.
Chikusa is quiet the entire time, of course. All he does is stare, watching as the three try to work together.